The breath of the wind in the bare branches, the sound of the water flowing in the bathroom, a window on autumn and dead leaves piled up, a desperate question.
Autumn’s apparent nakedness, that stares obstinately by the small window of a confined appartment, introduces us to an intimacy that will progressively be invaded by violent, baroques and opposite elements. A steam with a thick moistness, born out of warm water and young bodies intertwined, fights against light to appear on the made of glass surface. The light is bright and changing, and radiates the place with colors and manneristic contrasts. Follows a love letter, beautiful and terrifying, cadenced by the soppy melancholy of sweet pop songs. We give up everything to these opposite energies, that the movie keeps making interact and merge, until the dissipation of the incongruity of their jumble.The only thing left is the despair of a sould filled with a loving feeling, narrowed into an adored body, doomed to corruption, then doomed to the fall. An horizon made of imminent endings – last years, weeks, seconds- in tragic and pornographic love story.
Or : Autumn
Fr : Automne
Germany • 2015 • 10’
VO : no dialog • ST : Fr, Eng
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